should say such things to any one, that she should think such things, was to him a deadly blow. But that she should say them to him! � Utterance, even the utterance which speaks in the inmost soul, failed him. He had in some way that he knew not hurt — wounded — killed Stephen; for the finer part was gone from the Stephen that he had known and worshipped so long. She wished him gone; she wished she had never seen him; she hoped to God never to see him again. Life for him was over and done! There could be no more happiness in the world; no more wish to work, to live! �

He bowed gravely; and without a word turned and walked away.

Stephen saw him go, his tall form moving amongst the tree trunks till finally it was lost in their massing. She was so filled with the tumult of her